Raekwon the chef
[Intro]
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could bedangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
(this dialogue is from the kung-fu flick Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang, part of the foundation.)
[Chorus: RZA]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
[Ghostface Killah]
Ghostface, Catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
(ghostface just set it off lovely here, so i went with him first. as a result, this is one of the most famous darts (lees: rhymes) in wu-tang history, from the first swordsman you meet on the album.)
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
(ignite the fuse of a bomb or spark up a joint. with us, the two went hand in hand.)
however, I master the trick just like Nixon,
causin' terror, quick damage your whole era
(president nixon was so corrupt that he stole the innocence of a generation - he damaged the whole era. that's a supreme threat: not just to pop you, your crew, and your family - but damage your whole era. which is what wu-tang did.)
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous
(the palestine liberation organization. we weren't supporting terrorism, we just felt their guerilla style: machine guns, ski masks, bandanas.)
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
(the bureau of alcohol tobacco and firearms stormed the branch davidians' compound in waco, texas, in 1993 and burned it to the ground.)
[Raekwon]
I watch my back like I'm locked down
Hardcore hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down
A literate type asshole,
(this line gets misheard a lot. he's talking about poorly read motherf*ckers in the hood.)
songs goin' gold, no doubt
and you watch a corny nigga fold
Yeah, they fake and all that
carryin' gats but yo, my Clan's rollin' like forty Macs
(a double meaning: 40 mac-10 guns and 40 mack trucks)
Now your act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo suuuuuuuuu, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react, what?
And that's one in the chamber
(he's talking about a gun, but "chamber" always has a double meaning for us.)
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
[Chorus: RZA]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
[Inspectah Deck]
I rip it hardcore like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
(guns.)
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang, I'll leave your headpiece hangin'
Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal, Out For Justice
(out for justice is a martial arts action movie from 1991 that has Steven Seagal as a brooklyn cop out to avenge his partner's murder by any means necessary.)
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder-one - my style shot your knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness,
set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
by this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga - the RZA,
charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad: "bring it on..."
[Chorus: RZA]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
[GZA]
Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
(the boots that the slaves wore in the fields. they're dirty, rugged and very f*cked up)
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loops and trample shit while I stomp!
A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp,
creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
(a horror movie from '85 about a pair of modern-day vampires moving in next door.)
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
and more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back, *swish*
givin' by-standers heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him?
I blow up his fuckin' prism,
(a prism is a pyramid-shaped piece of transparant glass that refracts and seperates beams of light. that's also how a mind focuses thoughts and impressions, so GZA means he's destroying a competitor's mind, but also that he's freeing it.)
make it a vicious act ofterrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
("wettin" is like "sweating"; he's saying he's working hard for money, not for fame.)
Who's sellin' gain I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
(A girl from Shaolin, she got f*cked a lot.)
Bring da fuckin' ruckus...
[Chorus: RZA]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
So bring it on...
Punk Nigga!